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This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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[Maketh gives him another smile. It's oddly refreshing to talk with someone like Shadow.]

You haven't won yet.

[She makes another move, getting dangerously close to his queen.]

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Hmm. [Maketh returns his smirk with one of her own and makes her move. It will undoubtably sacrifice her queen, but she sees a way to win. It's a gamble and a dangerous one, but why not?]

Check.

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[Maketh blinks at the question.]

Like you? No. But humans are far from the only sentient species where I am from.

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Species or individuals? [Maketh shrugs.] Many. The Empire is heavily human, but that is....unique.

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The Empire does not recruit soldiers who are not human and those that do rarely gain any rank of prominence. There are exceptions, of course. [She's thinking of one admiral in particular.] But not many. Other military forces are mixed. The rebels, for instance. The leader of the cell I dealt with was a twi'lek. A formidable woman, to be certain. But not human.

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[Maketh shrugs. She's beyond taking offense on the Empire's behalf.] I take it your world has similar practices?

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I suppose that wouldn't surprise me. Are there not others like you, though?

[Hmm. That's a bold move. Maketh cants an eyebrow and takes advantage of it.]

Check.

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So your abilities are genetic, then? Like an inherited Force sensitivity? That is how Kylo and General Skywalker got their abilities, though they are human like me.

[Maketh follows with a counter. She can see a way to win now and means to pursue it mercilessly.]

Check.

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[Maketh raises an eyebrow, waiting for Shadow to make his move.] I see. So you were made as a weapon.

[Such projects aren't unheard of, though they rarely end well.]

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[She's misspoken. Or rather she's hit on something a little too real, something beyond their game. Maketh takes a breath, seeing the move that would win her the game, but doesn't take it yet.]

I spoke too bluntly. I--apologize.

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[Maketh takes a breath, then lets it out as she moves her queen.]

Checkmate.

[It was only delaying the inevitable.]

I---we choose what we are, Shadow. No one else.

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[She huffs at that.]

I do. And occasionally I believe it.